The kiss came too fast, catching Melanie completely off guard.
“Mm… Mmph…”
She couldn’t speak, only struggle instinctively.
However, Preston gave her no chance to break free.
Melanie felt as though she wasn't just being pressed against the smooth wall, her wrists pinned by Preston.
It felt more like she was firmly shackled to it.
No matter how much she resisted, his hands, slick with water, wouldn’t loosen their grip in the slightest.
Preston’s kiss was leaving Melanie breathless.
She was becoming light-headed, dizzy from a lack of oxygen.
His kiss was intensely aggressive, his lips claiming her mouth the moment they met, exploring it hungrily.
Their kisses were hungry and desperate, leaving her breathless and her lips bruised.
Melanie felt like she’d been kissed into a daze.
Why else would the steam in the bathroom smell so sweet?
The room was quiet.
Too quiet, in fact, which only made the thick, wet sounds from the bathroom seem unusually clear.
Melanie didn't know how long Preston had been kissing her; she only knew her heart was about to leap out of her throat.
It was true what they said—people shouldn't suppress themselves too much.
Judging by Preston's usual chaste demeanor, he had clearly been restraining himself for far too long.
That's why, once he was affected by that drug, he kissed with such desperate intensity.
Even though he had just been under a cold shower, Melanie felt incredibly hot, her face flushed red.
Preston was much the same.
If this continued, there was no telling if one thing might lead to another.
Melanie forced herself to calm down, her breathing heavy and ragged.
“I’m sorry…”
Just as she was about to adopt her fiercest tone and order Preston to stop, she heard him apologize first.
He couldn’t rush things…
“You won’t… leave me here all alone and not come back, will you?”
His deep, magnetic voice was a caress against her ears, sending a shiver through her.
This was the first time Melanie had ever witnessed a man who could seduce a woman with his voice alone.
“Why wouldn’t I come back? Don’t worry, you’re the patient right now, and I would never abandon a patient.”
With her assurance, Preston let her go.
After Melanie left the bathroom, Preston stared at the spot where she had stood, his eyes clear and filled with a nostalgic longing.
“You really… never do abandon a patient…”
***
The new resort had an emergency clinic and a pharmacy.
Given the limited resources, Melanie could only prepare a makeshift remedy that would temporarily curb Preston's condition.
After Preston drank the medicine, the color returned to his face.

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